StokerCon 2019

Man, why do I ever miss one of these? They’re always the best time of the year. And, as usual, I’m no picture-snapper, have to rely on what others post. And, this time, instead of snabbing pics from around and then trying (and failing) to cite those who actually deserve picture-credit, I’ll just link what I found on twitter (the only social media I’m on. well, that and Goodreads, but Goodreads isn’t for this kind of stuff, I don’t think [okay, I’m on Litsy, but it’s also not for this kind of stuff]).

First was Librarian’s Day (I THINK the apostrophe goes there, singular-like?), which was in the big room, with wonderful people and free books—and lunch—for all:

“What I really want from short stories when I read them is to feel jealous of something the writer has done—situation, rhythm of the prose, the voice—that I wish I could do or have done. That’s what I want to get to.”

And, all I lost in Michigan was my favorite pair of sunglasses. But what I gained was worth so much more: good talks with old friends, and lots of horror. StokerCon always feels like home. Can’t wait to get back there again.